Wu Heng just watched Su Yue'er's figure block in front of him......

Her blood and her soul were all extracted from the bell and turned into a wall of blood, standing between Wu Heng and the figure of the Shura.

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked straight at the man, her eyes were hollow and devoid of any sparkle, but there were still tears in her eyes......

"No!

Wu Heng wanted to stretch out his hand to stop it, but he couldn't, he only shouted heartbreakingly......

"Ding!"

There was another crisp chirp, and the space finally returned to normal.

Wu Heng jumped in one and ran towards Yue'er desperately.

"Danger!"

The old man of the Sword Immortal quickly grabbed Wu Heng and pushed him behind him.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion rang out in the canyon here, and the violent shock wave destroyed everything.

Wu Heng's body was blown to the ground by a huge wind, but he didn't feel anything, he just stared at the place where the explosion was generated, refusing to move away.

Su Yue'er's figure was gone, the wall of blood was also gone, and the blood mist in the sky was filled down, and there were still a few pieces of turquoise clothes that fell......

"Yue'er!"

Wu Heng let out a terrible roar, wanting to grab those corners of his clothes in his hands.

"Alas......"

The Sword Immortal Ancestor sighed and punched out a spell, imprisoning Wu Heng's body.

"Ding!"

A small and delicate bell fell into Wu Heng's arms, making a crisp sound.

It came to find Wu Heng.

Since ancient times, the method of sacrifice has violated the harmony of heaven and earth, and the price to be paid is also enormous, and the method of sacrificing flesh and soul together is even more tragic.

Regardless of success or failure, there is little chance that the sacrificer will survive......

"Yue'er, it was Daddy who hurt you......"

Su Lie knelt on the ground in a daze, tears raged all over the place, and the whole person suddenly became much older.

Everyone's faces were a little complicated, and their expressions were different, but no one spoke.

Those who were close to Wu Heng all showed a touch of sympathy, but those who had a purpose in their hearts still didn't have much of a move, but still looked at the young man lying on the ground.

Lu Yuxuan woke up from the shock, and the little pain of Fang Cai disappeared in an instant, replaced by deep regret for Wu Heng and Su Yue'er.

"I didn't expect that I, Lei, would be defeated in the hands of two little dolls... Anyway, I don't care about this matter!"

When the vicious man saw that his mistake had caused a tragedy, he voluntarily gave up his desire to continue to fight for the blood of life.

Although this big man gave up the intention of fighting, it did not mean that others would give up, and after a little hesitation, these people began to ask the old man of the Sword Immortal for Wu Heng.

"Can the seniors hand over this person with the blood of vitality to us and the major sects of the Flood Desolate Continent? This is also for our future considerations!"

"Yes, senior, let's take him away first!"

There were people who kept talking and wanted to get Wu Heng from the old man of the Sword Immortal.

"Everyone be quiet, the old man can promise to take out part of the vitality blood on Xiaoyou's body and give it to you, but Xiaoyou's people and a few of our old guys still have to take it away!"

The old man of the Wine Sword Immortal had just blocked the aftermath of the impact for Wu Heng, and at this moment, seeing that everyone was starting to be restless again, he hurriedly used his majesty to suppress everyone.

Wu Heng's fate seems to have been predestined, he is destined to become a lamb to the slaughter.

However, when everyone was discussing how much change their sect would usher in after getting the blood of vitality, something that no one expected suddenly happened!

There was a sudden sound of sand flowing!

It stands to reason that there is such a sound in the desert Gobi, but it is strange that this sound appears too abruptly, and the place where it appears is not quite right.

It came from under Wu Heng's fallen body, and he knew that the movement was very small at the beginning, but in the end it became bigger and bigger.

"Not good!"

Only the old man of the Wine Sword Immortal closest to Wu Heng was the first to notice that something was wrong!

But it was too late, and when the figure of the Wine Sword Immortal just flashed to Wu Heng's side, Wu Heng's figure had already fallen from the sand under him strangely!

"Who the hell are you!?"

This was the last angry roar Wu Heng heard before he fell, and then he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world, and his body began to fall involuntarily.

Wu Heng's body was imprisoned, and he couldn't move, and he could only perceive everything around him through his own perception.

Although he gradually began to feel a little cold, at this moment his heart was like ashes, and he had completely lost any interest.

"Bang!"

Wu Heng's body finally fell to the ground, and there was a dull sound.

It was a sandy area, but it didn't cause much damage to Wu Heng's body.

It's just that the aura around is extremely uncomfortable.

Cold, very cold!

It's not because of the temperature, it's the kind of shiver that comes from the soul.

It seems to come from the Endless Netherworld, with the breath of death.

The creepy sound of whimpering suddenly sounded from all directions of Wu Heng, like crying, as if there were many resentful spirits.

The space around him was pitch black, and Wu Heng couldn't see anything.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be scared, frightened, and panicked at this time, but Wu Heng still didn't react.

Su Yue'er's death was too big a blow for him, and after witnessing that tragic scene with his own eyes, Wu Heng's heart had completely collapsed, and his will even began to crumble.

He couldn't accept this fact, and he couldn't accept that Yue'er left him like that.

He thought that as long as Yue'er was sent away, as long as he died, everything would be over, and that nightmare would never come true.

However, the dream came true......

"Give up...... Give up the struggle, accept your fate, meet death, you will never have pain......"

A ghostly voice suddenly floated over from all directions, and with a terrifying magic power drilled into Wu Heng's mind.

I was so tired of my life, I just wanted to live a simple life, and I only had a small wish.

For this small wish, Wu Heng began to work hard and keep moving forward.

And when he thought that he already had the ability to protect his mother, disaster struck, and it ruthlessly took his mother away from Wu Heng's side.

When he thought he could continue to protect Rong Rong, Rong Rong left his side and was a stranger to him.

Then he was abandoned and hunted down as prey.

It was Yue'er who came to him, and it was Yue'er who rescued him from the endless abyss.

Wu Heng thought that he could stay with Yue'er, and Wu Heng thought that he could stay away from this world with Yue'er.

But he was wrong, and he still couldn't escape the fate of fate......

Yue'er is no longer here, what's the point of living by yourself?

The voice that kept calling to itself was annoying, but it seemed to be a good proposal.

It's nice to sleep like this, at least it won't be painful.

Wu Heng slowly closed his eyes, and he was already indifferent to everything around him.

Although he had already felt some of the cold aura begin to gradually approach him, beginning to devour his body.

Mother, Aunt Lu, and Uncle Xiao began to appear in Wu Heng's mind one by one.

"Heng'er, are you tired, go home! we are all waiting for you......"

The call of loved ones is so eager, and their smiles are so reassuring.

Wu Heng began to slowly relax, his frowning brows soothed, and the whole person gradually fell asleep.

If there is still light in the here and now, you will definitely see a terrifying scene.

Because at this moment, Wu Heng was wrapped in a thick black mist, and there were many ghosts in those black mists, which slowly began to invade Wu Heng's body.

A ghost figure holding a bone sickle and covered in black robes stood behind Wu Heng, its other hand was firmly grasping Wu Heng's head, and the black qi all over its body began to swarm towards Wu Heng along its ghost hand......

And its figure is gradually fading......

Wu Heng only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, he suddenly felt very cold, and he subconsciously shrank his body.

"Ding!"

However, at this moment, a crisp humming sound suddenly sounded.

Wu Heng's consciousness that was about to collapse was suddenly shocked!

"Yue'er!"

That voice Wu Heng was very familiar with, because it had long been deeply embedded in his soul.

"Yue'er, Yue'er!"

Wu Heng's consciousness came with a cry of pain.

I can't just sleep, I can't sleep here, Yue'er must not be dead yet......!

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

There was a crisp sound of bells in the dimly lit space.

"Let it go, don't struggle, your lover is dead!"

A cold voice began to echo in Wu Heng's mind.

"No, Yue'er didn't die, she didn't die!"

Wu Heng roared hard and roared loudly at that voice.

"You can't escape, no one can break free from the hands of my Death Messenger!"

The voice was cold again.

"I'm going to find Yue'er, you get out of here!"

Wu Heng shouted, and his will suddenly began to sober up.

"Your Divine Soul Ben Messenger has taken it, become a part of Ben Ben's body, hehe......

The cold voice laughed strangely, and then he no longer hesitated, and the entire figure was submerged in Wu Heng's brain.

"Devouring your original envoy will restore your cultivation and return to the Holy ...... Ahh Ah, no......"

The ghostly voice stopped abruptly when it got here... And the last place where it appeared was in Wu Heng's divine soul.

And just as it was about to start devouring Wu Heng's divine soul, a chaotic aura suddenly surrounded it.

Before this guy who claimed to be the messenger of death had time to resist, he was frantically refined by the chaotic qi in Wu Heng's divine soul.

Who would have thought that an evil soul whose cultivation had reached the realm of breaking through the void would be refined by the divine soul of a young man in the Cave Heaven Realm?

Wu Heng only felt that his head began to swell and ache, his consciousness became clearer and clearer, he finally woke up from the intense fatigue, and in the darkness, he finally opened his eyes again......